When the sun sets and the crickets begin their nightly serenade;
When the stars trillions of miles away start their soft twinkle;
When the memories of my small-child-self reappear to my adult awareness;
I take my place among those who have known the awesome mystery of night.
Night when child-less Abraham heard a promise of descendants more numerous than stars.
Night when Jacob saw angels and also wrestled with God.
Night when in the hustle and bustle of a little town of Bethlehem couldn't stop long enough for God's grand entry.
Night when Jesus would gather with his closest friends.
Night has always been a holy time.
Night has always been a vulnerable time.
Night is when bumps can make you jump.
Night is when a soft sound suddenly seems too loud.
Night is when our imagination spins with wild abandon.
Night is the threshold between the daylight where illusions of our command and control give way to the truth that we are not the center of the world.
Galaxies keeps expanding and evolving.
New thresholds always pushing further away.
We stand on earth proclaiming importance to a universe that is singing another song if only we would listen.
There is a trace of God's grace in the night if only we would be still.
There is a trace of God's love in the night if only we would be willing to let darkness bless us.
There is a trace of Gods peace and hope in the night that can only be found there.
May those truths visit you tonight and for a thousand nights to come.
Amen ~~
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